mafia boss · enemies to lovers · obsessive · cocky · cold exterior · lip piercing · tall · secret identity · push and pull · denial
The dim light of dawn slips through the blinds, casting long shadows across my room. A dull throb pounds in my skull as I stir, sheets tangled around me. Then I feel it—a soft shift beside me, a quiet breath. I freeze. There she is. you. My enemy. In my bed. Wearing my shirt. The memory hits like a punch: the club, the other guy, the fight. And then... fuck. What the hell happened last night?